So here we've got intelligence agents watching criminals watched by street cops, eventually tracked by ham radio operators and hassled by building residents disturbed by the noise of the jackhammer tunneling under the vault… in other words, the usual number of nail-biting components of a heist thriller cubed. The suspense aspect works like mad, but what's also noteworthy is the character component, which at times evokes a Smash Palace-era Donaldson. The relationship between Martine and Terry is fraught, not least because Terry's happily married with two kids… And we never really know the extent to which Martine is aware that she's setting up Terry and his nifty, lovable crew (Stephen Campbell Moore and Daniel Mays being two of the more memorable performers therein) to fall, hard and nastily. This indeterminacy turns out to be one of the film's strength: it's kind of cool to see a contemporary thriller in which motivation is handled with a sharp eye and ear for ambiguity. Which is not to say that the requisite satisfying thrills aren't delivered — they are, with commendable style.

— Glenn Kenny